A broken clock is right twice a day what about capsules left behind
By Alexander Grutza3 years ago in Poets
Forgo these tethers raise wildfire from blessed soil Mighty floods cleanse all
Morpheus visits often Had a dream I bought a mattress then there was a great flood Occupying an apartment with one too many doors
Entropy bears fruit Mighty stones erode to sand The sky remains blue
Push me adrift, lest we stoke the boreal flames ire So we may be indulged by Neptune’s gifts from the the crowned Stranger,
By Alexander Grutza4 years ago in Fiction
Our hands touch where the angles meet to make a wall The Sun sits upon the window sill a guest most welcome on a meandering afternoon
By Alexander Grutza4 years ago in Poets
Starfish gaze into the Infinite and Come across a reflection of themselves Some trade tidepools for vast Nebulas
By Alexander Grutza5 years ago in Poets
The Fisherman casts his net across the shoals with succinct intent and a stomach full of bile The currents push along the reeds
“Burial at Sea” Push me adrift, stoke the roaring flames ire So I may be indulged by charcoal lips from the loveliest stranger,
